her name is pleasant to hear spoken by him. but she's to disappoint.
not once. a mussel could escape me.she jests.
but i am sure a hound is naturally of use.
she rises too, testing her jaw. feels the stretch and pop of sinew and muscle which operate it.
i've a good bite, i think. and a devout heart.she lifts a paw to it.
i'll help my lord any way i can.
was there ever an odder way to earn passage into heaven?